The weather’s gross, work is gross, life is gross. Faced with these facts of life I decided to ask strangers on middle path for book recommendations that might make me cry. Here’s what they said:
Everyone knows that you’re never truly alone at Kenyon. You might think you’ve found the spot, but I hate to break it to you—you haven’t found the spot. Winter has come and people are pissy and definitely prone to breakdowns and I’m here to give you some advice on the absolute worst possible places to cry when you need to have a moment.
The stars tells us a lot about how we live, how we love, and whether or not we read the instructions before microwaving hot pockets. These celestial objects can also help us to understand the way we process emotion. Here’s how you cry in Peirce based on your zodiac sign.
We’ve been back at Kenyon for a little over 2 weeks, and emotions are running high. Classes are stressful, homework is a lot, you miss your dog, and good god you just want someone to take care of you. After a while, you figure out that sometimes the only cure to these feelings is a long, hard cry. Where, you ask, does one cry at Kenyon College? Listen up everyone—especially first years—these are 5 of the best places to cry on campus:
- The KAT: If you find yourself crying on the KAT (Knox Area Transport), it could be for several reasons. Maybe it’s been a long week and you need to take some time to yourself in Kroger, or maybe the driver of the shuttle just told you a horrifying, and very personal prison story (I know because it’s happened to me). Either way, it’s totally safe to cry on the KAT because the odds are, the only person you’ll run into is Carmen from your Buddhist Thought & Practice class. And she’s reading Divergent, and definitely doesn’t notice the thick, hot tears rolling down your cheeks.
- DKE Bullseye: Crying in the DKE bullseye is a special sort of cry. If you need to let it all out on a Wednesday night, between the hours of 9pm -1am, and also want to be at the receiving end of sympathy-flirting, this is the move for you. “What’s wrong, girl?” the shortest of the DKE’s will ask you. “Oh, nothing,” you’ll reply, choked up, “it’s just…ever since my boyfriend broke up with me…” and the rest is history. Nice job! You let loose emotionally, AND picked up a suitor! Bonus points if he’s an Econ major or wears taco-print socks.
- Omelette line: Why is it always you’re the saddest when you’re hungry? Anyway, you’re in the omelette line and you can’t help it. The tears start flowing. At first, you’re so embarrassed. I mean, seriously, there are SO many people standing around you. But here’s the thing. The omelette line is a place for deep, focused thought. Your crying will go unnoticed while the girls in front and behind you toy with the thought of trying mushrooms. Or do they want feta? Or is feta weird, haha? While they’ve been thinking, you’ve blown through three sopping wet tissues and no one has batted an eye. Heartbreakingly delicious!
- Gazebo in the middle of the NCAs: This spot is ideal for a weekend, nighttime cry. It’s Friday at 11:46, and you probably just watched your crush leave with the only other girl at Kenyon from your high school, and life is feeling unbelievably unfair. To think you walked all the way north for THIS. You quietly excuse yourself from whatever group conversation you were having, and flee into the gazebo in the middle of the NCAs. It’s dark, private, and somehow, tragically beautiful. If anyone sees you, they’ll act like they don’t, because something really fucked up must have just happened. Score!
- Olin 3rd floor: This cry-spot is for single, academic tears only. If you’re crying on third floor Olin, you better be fucking quiet about it, otherwise you’ll get no sympathy. If done correctly, an Olin cry will get you the answers you needed to your Spanish homework, or a “let me know if you need any help, seriously.” But, if you can’t keep your shit together, or feel waterworks coming on, walk downstairs to the circulation desk. They’ll probably know what to do with you. Maybe.
My bloodshot eyes match the color of the pen marks
I fear will soon litter my blue books,
And the dark circles that hang like moons underneath
Are garnering some worried looks.
Inanimate objects are starting to move in the corner
Except when I look, they have never been calmer.